NOLA REYNOLDS

“K-Kalden?” I croaked, nudging the man who was lying face-first on the castle grounds beside me, motionless, a thick plume of dusk masking his hair and back.

I twisted his neck away from the ground carefully, wincing when I realized he’d broken his nose in the fall, the fracture of a bone jutting out of the smooth skin as the wound started to swell, but no blood was pumped from the area.

“Help us, please, he- he cant breathe if his nose is swollen shut,” I stammered, pushing my palms out to him as the nursemaids hovered over us, their whitened faces blurring as tears gathered in my...